Best Pentecostal Poems
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?
So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow
I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play
Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?
She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound
Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet
Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes
I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”
I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”
That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”
Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon
Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard
I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
“My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”
Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”
Grandmothers we respected and held above all others
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers
Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light
Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love
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Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
Categories:
pentecostal, dedication, devotion, faith, family,
Form:
Couplet
We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the son of weakness, cast aside. Damn the father’s eyes, a coward’s failure to rise as lord. No tears are shed for fallen false prophets. Only whispers from the furious dead. Master, Deceiver. Torn apart to feed the youth. Perish so many may flourish. Clawing through the womb. A septic vessel, rotting tomb. Never again will we awaken in the belly of lies. Forced fed chaos of the mind. I cut the cord and bleed the bit*h dry.
Categories:
pentecostal, anger, betrayal, bible, christian,
Form:
Carpe Diem
{Serving a living GOD= Of all the insecure phenominals that has plague our citie's and
brought much much saddness on our sister's and Brothers in our
armed forces or abroad. The mercifulness of his power shall
prove itself, over the forces of evil soon within the process of
time. Don't let the predicament's of our Nation cause you to loose
your mind.}
Poem: In a world that has gotten away from the tradition of living and respecting the his-
torical pentecostal effigy of what is written. To a wayward land of oppourtunistic individuals
that thrive's on doing what is forbidden. To a world that has polluted itself with addiction and
allienating the innocent and the tribulation from Nation too nation's. When someone can walk-
out of your life, "the saying of old is to let them go". But does one dare ask to debate of
this "living God" to "Open the Floodgate's, let it rain, rain in membranch of Hirroshema, 911
and Pearl Harbor and this man-made war in Afghanistan". Touching you spiritually, "let it
rain, of him who create's man from the grain of sand". Many times trying to hold onto some-
one or something that has gotten you away from a life of permissitive and impotent wisdom,
has cause many of us to make decision's sommily on lust of the flesh. "I come not to des-
troy but that you may have life and have it more abundantily, to set free, I shall return but
do not wait. (The Lord spoke these words of Knowledge)
"Open the floodgate's", a living God would not tell you, take a loaded plane full of people's
and fly them into a building, so satin your present is "not up for debate". He has taken the
essence of time and the concept that shall never have to wait, in this world of no love. He
will cause the sky to give way of the emnity that lie's in wait.
"Open the Floodgate's, let it rain - rain on the lost and the children's who needs to debate".
Categories:
pentecostal, depression, devotionworld, rain, life,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
Distressed, I attest,
Like not blessed,
A voice in my head,
Said out of bed,
So I was led to
A quiet church,
As owls sang out,
Midnight gone tombs,
And my tears appeared,
Death beckoned long
finger nails of distraction,
And so I gazed upon an open Abbey, with folk awake that caused a shake, God botherers with likely guitars, a melange of niceness where only grief was sat. So I drifted in, hiding behind tissues
of my own life lies, and sat prepared to run, quite prepared and scared, from that worse than death, the well meaning Christian. Then as I sank into the pews, staring up from rotten shoes, my woes, my blues, I saw floating in midair, a man, with dark blooded hair, and I knew then I was crazy within my distress, not blessed. But as that thought, which came to nought, crossed my elitist demeanour, I shared everything he felt, and at that moment, beyond compare, exquisite agony my problems became less than my being, now seeing Christ. Never one to take miraculous moments without scepticism, I stood disbelieving, a rescued Thomas who had seen, unseeing, still unbelieving.
So I walked with much chagrin
towards the font my eyes had
seen, to find rational reasons,
A reflection, some explanation,
for why of all people this soul
of mine, might be saved by
one whose face I had denied
for so long, that no song could
ever write my wrongs, and there
in a Pentecostal moment, I
gained insight into the wind
that came at night, where no
delight was held for me,
an agnostic changed now for
all eternity. A man unworthy
of that name, came to faith,
kicking, screaming at how
unfair, it was to find that God
was really there, and worse,
so much worse, he knew my
name, and despite my attempts,
cared enough to save my day.
@Andrew Carnegie, Bessay Lighthouse, 28th December 2016. A true story.
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Categories:
pentecostal, christian, death, faith, gospel,
Form:
Concrete
Americanized rugby.....this is football
Americanized football....this is soccer....
Americanized christianity....this is Pentecostal ism
Americanized cricket.....this is baseball
Americanized greek / greco roman wrestling....this is Vince McMahon Inc.
Americanized God save the king/queen....my country this of thee.....
Annuit coeptis nous ordo seclorum
God look favorably upon the new world order.....
REALLY?
with respect to his critics, was not Mr Obama....spot on...when he said America is not a Christian nation....
With the congress and supreme court legalizing what they have in fact legalized in recent decades....
Literary criticism welcome
Categories:
pentecostal, bible, blessing, conflict, confusion,
Form:
List
There were warning signs proclaiming "DANGEROUS CURVE AHEAD!"
But no one paid much attention to them as on they recklessly sped!
On that treacherous stretch was a bend known as "Dead Man's Curve,"
Where many souls began their eternal bourne because they failed to swerve!
Other signs along that mountain road had more profound things to say,
That should have alerted folks to slow down ere there'd be a price to pay!
"PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD!" was erected by the Presbyterian Church,
But speeders ignored that sermon and met their doom for failing to lurch!
"ARE YOU PREPARED TO MEET JESUS?" admonished another sign.
This one was sponsored by the Baptist Church and was nailed to a pine.
But this homily went unheeded and many guys crashed through the railing,
Sailing o'er the thousand foot cliff, their auto, the desert floor impaling!
"THE WAGES OF SPEEDING IS DEATH!" read this creative message!
The Happy Valley Church of God had posted this not so subtle presage!
The Pentecostal Church's warning sign read "REPENT ERE 'TIS TOO LATE!"
'Twill ne'er be known how many ignored that hint, rushing to their fate!
The valley floor below was strewn with wrecked Buicks, Cadillacs and Fords,
Dodge pickup trucks, Happy Times motor homes and four Honda Accords!
On that winding stretch 'tis best to heed signs regarding "Dead Man's Curve"
Ere you join those hapless souls who met their doom 'cause they failed to swerve!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
pentecostal, funny, happy, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
I am praising God today
Glorifying Him in a mighty way
My faith in Him will not sway
Praising Him each day all the way
My faith in God is my solid anchor
I shall not be moved even by a clanking tanker
Wearing His armor day to day
Praising Him each day all the way
On His rock I shall forever stand
Shining His light throughout the land
My faith in Him is mighty strong
Praising Him each day all the way
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 4/15/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
Comments: Pentecostal praise and thanksgiving to God is uplifting to our mind,
body and soul. We see clearer, feel better, and come to know Him in a greater
way. This is dedicated to the saints who are, will, and continue to praise His holy
name.
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First Place Winner
Pentecostal Praise Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
May 17, 2008
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Categories:
pentecostal, day, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Didactic
A day of prayer and fasting
To show the Lord our love is everlasting
We promise to sacrifice a luxury or a pleasure during Lent
It is forty days well spent
We will not partake in what we sacrifice until Eastertide
Hold on, we are in for a ride
From burning palm branches from the previous Palm Sunday
We repent and pray
With a cross on our forehead
As the Bible has aforesaid
Used as an external sign of repentance
And our hope for heaven admittance
Now comes the true test
Are you ready for the rest?
This is not a time to sacrifice something easy
For that would be meaningless and sleazy
Lent is meant to show God we repent our sins
For this is where forgiveness begins
If you are a smoker, give up smoking
Be thought provoking
If your pleasure is alcohol
Make sure you get a round before last call
Fasting is commonplace on various days of Lent
And should not be bent
For it symbolizes Jesus’ fasting in the wild before spreading His gospel
This includes many religions but one is not Pentecostal
Roman Catholics also abstain from meat
Vegetarians will surely not cheat
Do not get ashes from an urn
Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return
Categories:
pentecostal, april, bible, devotion, easter,
Form:
Rhyme
Calling on Karen:
Come to the water
In majesty after the fire;
Fourth degree flare refreshed a memory.
Undaunted hero of my heart inspired dreams of liberation.
Calling on Karen:
To console shattered lives at the edge of apathy.
Colored chalk of my soul crushed and crinkled,
Celebrating destiny drawn in Pentecostal praise, and peace.
Did you know hope was entrenched under truth?
Calling on Karen:
Your students hunger for the school of life.
Impart upon us your wisdom.
Impart upon us your optimism.
Impart upon us the best gift, the awakening.
Amen
*Note: Most of the words come from the title of one of Karen's poems.
Categories:
pentecostal, thank you
Form:
Free verse
Talking curses speak in tongues.
Enamored in your warmth. Serpent hands are healing.
A Heaven inside your ribs, an orchard in your guts, and honey in your bones.
Salivating for salivation with twitching hooves.
A fever crawls over me like needles of hellfire.
The Pentecostal shakes.
Singing and clapping to the rhythms and convulsions.
The congregations' electric.
Ghost filled meat coffins. Bound by death, Submerged in uncertainty. Unified by the storms. All unclean spirits wrestle in the roots. Giving me the heebe-jeebees. The Penecostal shakes.
Categories:
pentecostal, abuse, age, art, betrayal,
Form:
Acrostic
Weight hangs on the tips of my eye lashes
Enthusiasm increases as this mundane world turns to ashes
I venture to a place where magic horses fly
Sets of golden keys laid underneath seas of violent peas
Curiosity arose, question of what would happen if I was to take one of those
When dwarfs faces were in the dirt
And horses flew to their Pentecostal church
I stole the key, and now I ask myself why
Taking a key I became an enemy of the lands and sea
Clouds drew wanted posters and winds echoed alerts of me
I hid behind the silent fence that didn’t have a mouth
And tried to ignore his eyes which had a look of get the hell out
Thoughts raced radically all because of a key I was going to die
Spotted by flying pigs I ran and slipped between a blue pale of twigs
I fell though a bail of cotton candy and saw the sight in which caused the hunt for me
There it laid, glowing so bright, a lock of mystery in which I held the key ever so tight
The key sang the 9th symphony ever so loud, as my curiosity arose ever so proud
It was to see, the power of the key, until I heard a cry the sky
She told me their existence would cease to exist
The colors would dim by inserting key and a simple twist
She said I was the villain which I despised
thoughts raced radically then i felt a twitch in my eyes
Then I wok up
Categories:
pentecostal, life
Form:
Narrative
It's not as if I grew this tall
To be a birdhouse. Blackbirds
Of the raucous cry: don't you know
I'm royalty--King of the Yard?
And those congregations setting up
Church in my noble top, did they ask
If I were Pentecostal? No! I'm
The Pope. I'll take them to task, Me!
I'm the Immaculate Conception, See!
I was there on the road to Emmaus.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not King Kong,
But I am plenty strong. Beware
My fury, you useless potpourri--
One match to my tush,
And I'm The Burning Bush.
Categories:
pentecostal, fantasy,
Form:
Ballade
20 years ago, I attempted this "sonnet" (c) Deo
Ebullient, animated anticipation
That delicious delay as I await the words
Precious and precise cascades of persuasion
In reference, refrain, in resonance of records
I have waited weeks, fattening into a month
Although words come, I have not seen the monsoon rain
Years ago, I would curse my nation, heart and mouth
Alone I have fought with hate; deepened my own pain
My pink brother is beautiful: the ladies rays
Of one SUN, daughters of ISHTAR, Seetha, Mary
Know that growing toward love, from hate, is longer
If done alone: "Go beyond victim and victory;
Think Community." Thank yo to Felix Adler**
I'm awaiting an audience, not a metaphor.
**NOTE:
I was born to a family taken as indented servants "slaves" to South Africa. I hated segregation & apartheid. Then America gave me a chance (1983, but I came back to my land!) To & fro in USA, circa 2005 I became a member of the Baltimore & Washington chapters of Felix Adler's "ETHICAL SOCIETY: we spell God with two O's". I have become a Pentecostal Pastor since, and I could not write this poem today, in literary terms or ideological terms. I'm a Bible conservative, not racial or political conservative. The Bible says JESUS is LORD, so I refuse "other gods," especially Hindu teachers - gurus - who start out talking about God then somehow get folks to worship them, humans!
Categories:
pentecostal, 12th grade, africa, bible,
Form:
Sonnet
You look down your nose at me because of what I write
Your nose stays in the air because of how I live my life
You are always preaching to me, quoting the KJV
Reciting scriptures from Deuteronomy and 1st Timothy
I have one for you and it comes from Matthew
"Judge not, that ye be not judged," so get a clue
No one died and made you God
So please put a stop to your facade
You are a wolf in sheep's clothing
A hypocrite worth loathing
Your religious quips don't faze me one bit
Just how judgmental can one person get?
Jesus loves me this I know
And I don't need you to tell me so
Preaching to me your hostile gospel
Not caring if I'm Baptist or Pentecostal
Ranting and raving like my soul's on fire
Listen to me, you're preaching to the choir
I was raised in the church, so I know of the Bible
Should I listen to the Word from a fraudulent disciple?
Maybe so, heck, even the Devil know the Word
At least that was said in some sermon that I heard...
There's something, not Biblical, about living in glass homes
That if you do, you probably should not throw stones
Stop pretending that my sins are greater than yours
Because we'll both be standing at Heaven's doors
I am not perfect, far from conceited
I treat everyone the way I want to be treated
Why are you pressing your religion so hard?
Is your Holy Bible acting as your safeguard?
Protecting your skeletons buried deep in your closet?
Hiding the secrets that you don't want to admit?
We are ALL sinners in the eyes of our Lord
That's Romans 3:23, just for the record
So remove your own specks and the hypocrisy as well
Before you end up with a one-way ticket straight to Hell
Categories:
pentecostal, religion, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Coexist
We need to get back to the basics of love
Sent down from the higher power from above
Let' s pray for the fallen mighty men of ore
For those who are gay, straight or any other
For my over weight brother from another mother
Those of the pentecostal, baptist & catholic faith
Some may argue to resist to coexist with their fist
Now was there something that I clearly missed
Through shallow dreams filled up with evil schemes
Evil minds that plug destruction sorcering their brain washed mind
A line is now being drawn in the sand
You can't stand for peace & be a member of the Klu Klux Klan
Sound the alarm we are charmed with a bit of vice
Our gods we worship may provide good advices
Coexist with your neighbor who seems so far away
Coexist to a preacher who is on their knees to pray
Coexist to the street walker in the shaded perils of night
We all are given a choice to stay in the game of life
Through colors marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact
Working yourself into an early grave might even get a heart attack
Sing praise to the God that made you for you are his creature
You only get one chance at this life game there is no double feature
Categories:
pentecostal, blessing,
Form:
Free verse